Ellie scarcely had time to reflect, but it came to her in a flicker as she perched on the edge of the bed. Twenty-four hours ago, he had been an augmented figment of her imagination. A username on a screen. An accent in her ear from hundreds of miles away. They had tentatively flirted their way through dinner, downstairs in the kitchen. The sexual tension between them had been sparking. Already dripping wet as he had led...